Lovely, Deep, & Dead

Past

When your past is filled with darkness,

You hide behind a smile,

Pretending that you’re prefect,

Even for a while,  

But your past soon consumed you,

It tore your skin apart,

With a bullet in your hand,

A blade through your heart,    

Now you lie silence,

Six feet in the ground,

You’re nothing but a memory,

That cannot be found.

© Alicia Rae Anderson 10/23/14 2310